From the first hour when I opened my eyes...
...I came to know that...
... A dervish is not as others are;
... A dervish does not see as others see;
... A dervish does not hear as others hear;
... A dervish does not talk as others talk;
... A dervish does not feel as others feel;
... A dervish does not imagine as others imagine;
... A dervish does not perceive as others perceive;
... A dervish does not understand as others understand;
... A dervish does not quench his thirst with the polluted water;
... A dervish takes water from rhe spring of life alone;
...From the brackish well of death he does not take water;
...In the deep slumber he does not remain;
A dervish always is at his job of getting enlightenment;
His eyes, his ears, his tongue, his mind, his senses...
...all are draped by the truth;
His heart always plays at its lute...
...the divine song of love;
A dervish loves all that exists in the world of creation;
Because he sees from all things...
...the same music of love coming;
Then - in his awakening - at the dawn he hears...
...the most melodious music of life;
From every depth of the most sweet tunes...
...a dervish derives mystic pleasure that flows to him...
... perennially from the fountain divine.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem